Money, Money, Money - French Montana, Cheeze

La Música de Harry Fraud

French, they don’t do it like you, baby

Ah man

We in Orleans, how 'bout that?

Let’s go

Shit be so soulful

Money money money, money money money

Money money money, money money money

Got her wetter than Katrina, I be yelling «hello»

I yell it everytime I see her

I be hoppin out the Double R, yelling': «Hello, Montana, baby»

Got me speeding like a nigga pressed fast-forward

High up in the plane, sstates lookin like a chess board

She don’t trust me, it don’t matter how far I go

Told her I’m the best for her, you know I keep it down low

Met her on Melrose, buying Valentino

Shorty ass shaking like C-Lo

Casino, tranquilize her

Exercise her

Escalator

I’m getting money, I be yellin out «fuck a hater»

Money money money, money money money

Money money money, money money money

Money come around me, bad bitches come around me

Chocolate chick, nickname her Brownie

That she rolled up with that Saudi

Black Benz sittin' outside, but my whip is cloudy

Eyes low, lookin drowsy

'Bout to go and get this money

'Bout to go and get this money

Flow sick like the cold

Check your nose, it might be runny

Make it stretch, like a scrunchy

Shit is real like the country

Better suit 'em up, shoot 'm up

ACG polo, boot 'm up

Cheeze and Montana, the tracks crack where we do that at

Broke, never heard of that

Coope flying, swervin' black

Took it back, red and black

Lumberjack

Bitch pussy shock the shit out of a nigga

Call that thundercat

Coke wave make the best movie, but we got the best Jacoozi

Got me feelin woozey

Pockets tellin jokes, call that funny money

Money money money, money money money

Money money money, money money money